I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you I see your (one for the ghetto) true colors shinning through (straight up) I see your true (I am make it out) colors and that's why I love you
Yo father forgive we all trying to survive were we live I'd rather feed the homeless and take time talk to the kids Show them that life ain't no walk on the bridge Damn as hard it is when I be dreaming I be talking to Big In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll In my ghetto there aint no rainbow or pots o gold But there was love from the family when times were cold I sit an analyze the world from my roof seen the hope in the eyes of the trouble youth A good killa kept a burner in his bubble goose a mother less child lost in these streets lose In the murder days these are rainy days my man got poped at an early age His college fund saved flipped into his grave they say the good die young were headed for them pearly gates
I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you
Yo they say this love wasn't meant to be Two people from different worlds we wasn't be It must have been faith you were sent to me Will make it threw these hard times eventually The standard fight brought by faith not by sight We all the same color when u turn out the lights I take the sunshine with the pain Grab my Sara gone sad that when it rains No French kept the food on the window pain We all breath the same air so we all the same I am trapped in this ghetto maze trying to make it out If you don't know me don't judge me what you talking bout I am dividable by broken dreams Single moms you my heroes you my queens To get my mom out the hood that is my hopes and dreams to reach my son to be a solja by any means
I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you
[Fredro Starr] The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap Right now I'm not inspired by rap Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for clap Ya niggas never fired a gat Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit packs I had feds in my house, trynna wire my cat In the wall, little cameras hidin in cracks Niggas talk about drug money, what cats you flip On the trains tellin bitches that you crashed ya whip You never seen cop killers wit the plastic grips Turn beef to some funky closed casket shit Blast a fifth, 16 shots, niggas ran 16 blocks 16 niggas drop, ya niggas never seein the plot Never put greens on top, never put fiends on lock My elite niggas scream on cops, hustle dope Roll up, puff up smoke, parolin decode Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coats Had them same little muthafuckas under ya bed Gun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya dead End of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya back I'm twistin you back, cuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks'll Get you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at that Cuz ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap
[Chorus 2X] See, I'm what defines the streets The one that bitches dyin to meet The one ya thugs tryin to be Since I started, I can't count how many sound like me But can't none of ya niggas get down like me Can't none of ya niggas get down like me Can't none of ya niggas get down like me
[Fredro Starr] Fuck this rap shit, fuck the rhyme of the year I'm about to get away wit the crime of the year Bought a black dress that's for ya momma to wear Got bitch niggas run when the drama appear Streets ain't safe, six shots, tear ya face Fuck the jake, get caught, clear the case My ups
(*puffin in background*) Yo what up son? Yea happy new years man,you too Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man Yea I'm jus chillin in the coupe, k'nawm sayin? Windows up, drivin through the city, smokin an L for dolo You know how we do This shit I be thinkin about is crazy son
What if Notorious was here? What if he was around? would all these niggas claim to be king? Who would wear the crown? Yo, what if 'Pac was still thuggin? What if he was alive? Would all these niggas still be screamin out "ride or die"! What if Milli Vanilli's record never skipped on stage? They'd be the illest con niggas in the game today Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie? What if Sammie never ratted Gotti? What if New York without Giuliani? What if Mike Tyson fought Ali in his prime? What if Will Smith got gangsta, and start cursin rhymes? What if Erick never met Parrish? think they'd be makin dollas? What if they neva made candy paint for Impalas? my down south niggas'll wil' out,word up my west coast niggas'll wil' out,word up What if computers shut down for the Y2K? What if N.W.A never had Dre? What if Eminem was black? Would he have sold five mill'? or would he be 1 out of 5 million rappers with no deal? What if you had to pay for air? a dollar a breath half the hood would fuckin pass out and choke to death What if hip hop was banned in 52 states? they'd give you 5 years a piece for wreckin cd's and tapes What if the world stopped? no more time,fuck a watch What if there's no laws no jails,and no more cops?
shit is crazy shit I be thinkin about
yo, it's just questions that I ask myself when I analyze the world when I'm by myself I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself questions,that I ask myself when I analyze the world when I'm by myself I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself its questions...that I ask myself
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about
Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them Firestar move deep like the mob and them America mafia dot com and them (Yo, dat be dem) The wild life, livin it up You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up (Yo, dat be dem) Late nights, I-95 Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side (Yo, dat be dem) Shots howl, rollin wit kings Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed (Yo, dat be dem) Goin uptown, coppin a war Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door Word up
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about
Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them (But, dat be dem) After-party, sexin wit chicks Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch (But, dat be dem) Dice games 4,5,6 Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks (But, dat be dem) The bartender hold me a gat Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back (But, dat be dem) Riker's Island, H.T.M On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they Timbs Word up
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about
Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them (Dat be dem) X-5, GBM Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them (Dat be dem) Glassware, cookin up drugs In the club lost, lookin for love (Dat be dem) A hundred fans, chasin them down Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now (Dat be dem) Takin holes, a coke and ya grow Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about
[fredro starr] We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests I'm takin all bets, to see who will score next I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat Wit a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks 'cause whatever that it takes to make these papes, i'mma walk this I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin cracks behind the trenches I'ma hurt this when I work this, I'll beat you f**kin senseless Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy
[greg valentine] The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up Get up, nigga you should of got up Obey my orders, 'cause shit like that'll leave you shot up For real, it's a deadman's party, leave ya body at the door A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century And entity, is what I plan to be in the industry Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the kennedy My gats the foolproof remedy
[sonsee] It's sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed Official nasty backwards, sue, what the f**k is rule, you dumb ass Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast Rap in the street, to do without ya While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging And damn, it's cloggin up, the blood he didn't smell The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets And asses, when I turn, we burn crews to ashes Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up That's my word, and come wit that bullshit and that's ya ass
[chorus 8x] Getto mentalitee
[j mega] I trash niggaz who can't speak what I'm sayin
All city, mega bomb, I ain't playin Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze And all of these lyrics for to squeeze Niggas please don't test me, just let me be Wit my city, the nasty, official and keepin niggas whippy To hit me, wit the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties I got drafted, because the f**kin armee called me And it's all out war, niggas fall out For reasons that's now unknown, check this shit I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us Until it's, my turn to fall, i'ma bill this Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector Inject the, and now correct the j mega
[panama p.i.] The hell wit rules, I won't leave a scratch to patch This is war, way worth of a grudge match Big p.i., low uphold a, a universal soldier Chump should of listened when I told ya I'm ill, like fire moms you will, obtain Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter I'mma thug, I used to love the drug rubber Rugged and raw, pretty 'cause I'm hardcore All mighty then thor, always ain't it for a faggot jaw So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block My mic's a glock, I keep plenty styles in stock The way emcees react when I attack Get me away from him, he's a maniac
[sticky fingaz] It's pure you see, I bring fame They call me nigga so much, startin to think it's my name Light skinned and a shame, 'cause way back in the day They rapped my grandmother's mother's, when they was in spain To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits So I'm takin recruits, and shut the f**k, it's on right And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white And if a nigga don't win, then we all jump in
[Sonsee] Cause right now you're gonna vibe, money Know what I'm sayin? Little somethin', Zoo York style we just vibin' Smoke mad L's, wide open, we gone vibe. No doubt
[Verse One] [Sticky Fingaz] I ain't never had so many def threats in one year But talk is cheap and it's comin' out my other ear Cause as sure as there's devil in Hell I'm still here to go first But not least from the east or (Prepare!) Cause that's the last straw now that ass is mine You bit off more than you can chew so now I gotta draw the line See first of all we most definitely The number one with a bullet or in the bullet Billboard category And I got ESP, you're barkin up the wrong tree But I'm not crazy don't flatter me Or I'll get arrested for assault and battery And I can't stand cops, goddamn don't they annoy you? I need to blow off some steam let's have a battle royal With all challengers, the more the merrier No not you use a amateur Just empty the register And if it was a fifth, then we'd all be stoned But if I don't drink and drive then how the fuck am I gonna get home? I can't stop smokin weed cause I ain't no quitter Since it's killin my brain cells maybe I should reconsider (You wouldn't dare!) Nah, but all the non-fiction niggas is you in here?
[Chorus] Most def most def Are gonna ball out? Most def most def Smoke blunts till we fall out> Most def most def True indeed No quest most def Do you pack heat? Most def most def Do you know the street? Most def most def If you sleep you get beat Most def-innate True indeed No quest most def
[Verse Two] [Fredro Starr] Fredro Starr I'm mad as hell I bust a nigga ass a nigga fuckin' will swell I fuck him up good, just to smoke a L (Come on) Make my day (Come on) Take me away And yo bullshit, we about to steal shit, while niggas kill shit So excuse me, I light that, spark the bless to bite back Strength in you to pull me out down to the bristle plus the marrow Now you're fuckin' lookin through the barrel (Boom!) George the Animal get Caspner'd annual You need to read the official nasty annual Probably check charlie bouncin' checks on your checkers Black vagina's sex is set to set to shit Bitch ass for breakfast While you east with us bust the ? Official ass niggas, mad man out
(Chorus) Do you get cash? Most def most def Do you think fast? Most def most def Are you ready to blast? Most def most def True indeed No quest most def Onyx is the best shhh Most def most def Does our shit stay fresh? Most def most def Do we smoke stress? (A fight breaks out)
[Sonsee] You've got one two three emcees That rip mad high degrees And decease these G Notes, I'ma drop the boat that make emcees croak Murder one wrote that's all you talk about rhymes he tried to quote Hope he don't resuscitate Tryin to reproduplicate, the great, one Sonny rappers, I'm gonna annihilate (The jig is up) I'm getting up my weight and loot to take And none of my victims will recuperate I got too much getaway style to be seen on any trial On a drift to keep your heart up on a penile, nigga If a punk sorry excuse of an emcee Step to sonny, it's R.I.Pieces Believe it's the heaters, the one it's Sonny Sees the paper I got to get it I'm addicted *Echoes* Rappin at sets I'm pickin pockets the way to your god damn ankles Get me that lack green stink shit (Thank you) Smellin those crispy mills give me chill in my soul Before I know, I'm out of control Give me a joint to hold and watch and learn asshole Lights camera action where's a L, roll em That's a roll em, I'll go solo, squads I hold 'em up I can't give a fuck at times when I struck no luck But if I ever got jammed for a scheme, I'ma scram I'm goin out like O.J. but I'ma stayin' on the lam *Echoes*
(Chorus) Do you understand? Most def most def' Word up Most def most def (Background fighting) Most def most def (Background fighting) No quest most def Most def most def (Background fighting) Most def most def def def def
[Fredro Starr] The pussy one, who is he? He ain't gettin busy, ah, I'm gettin pissy I'm havin fill nigga, shout muthafuckas Bringin 96 to freeze in December, fuck all of y'all
[Sticky Fingaz] Punk ass niggas make me fuckin sick And I can't take it no more, gettin tired of this shit If ya stupid ass muthafuckas don't quit I'm have a fit, and ya gonna flip
[Sonsee] Hardcore galore is what I'm for And breakin punks jaws, let me hear yea y'all (yea y'all) I'm the kind, that's swingin ya mind Or play it, takin KO, and plus, wit verbal hay makers Connections, whatever I'm flexin Ain't no question, punks, prepare for more stressin
(Chorus) Let all the live niguz in Kick all the bitch ass niguz out We came to rock and shock the house Turn it out and out and out
(Sonsee) Aiyo the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple But I'mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what I'm into (For the money) It's essential, and I gotta have it A verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who Ever try to defy these guys, they fry And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill it You yap, not sellin that crap and hurtin me up and back slappin You wouldn't know Crunch time if you was the Captain It's here, and yea, we the called, the senders And it's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda And for ya hopeful niggas, trynna be contenders And we come down like loose coats in the winter
(Chorus)
(Fredro Starr) Ain't no slackin in my action I pull my back and beatin tracks in Official Nast, cold smashin, joints happen (Yo what happen?) Nothin just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin Cuz niggas be packin pretty brown handle biz, who just a faction But factual react, if frontin and fakin jacks, it's all a sudden But there better be no proscratin, wit reaction when ya rappin Cuz when you maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin So get the gats, forget the facts, and like there's no compassion Kick me, cuz I'm a daisy street, as cold as the Alaskan Bought my braids, bought my hat, and Staten stay stackin
(Chorus)
(Sticky Fingaz) Give me the shottie, let me liven up the party I like to start trouble, cuz I'm a little rowdy We just three MC's, that like to fight Even when we start the shit, we always end it right So all of ya, frontins bad for ya health Cuz in the 93, my army goin for self Kids is cruel, more causin then these fucked up conditions That we all hate, but fuck it if this our fate Just listen up to what I say The feds get shot daily, every day Even my man got killed, that was families mournin But from all the dirty bid, I know that hell is callin Went to his wake and shit got held up But niggas wit mask on they face I couldn't escape, I was stuck They said "Everybody in here, up against the wall The dead nigga owe me money, so I'll collect from y'all" The people gave him struggle, 5 minutes went fast When I said "I ain't givin ya nigga shit, I'ma just have to get blast" And representin wit my life, I'm full fledged thief And I'm the truth, that's why we always have beef
(Chorus)
(Hook) And we do it like this, and we do it like that Rules and regulations, so watch ya back, and pack a gat Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the streets Cuz goin out, iz what it's all about
